"that fucking bitch, using those cheesy ass moves!" she yelled, her australian accent booming through the room. she kicked one of the chairs, "lets calm down, okay? i mean... it cant be that bad." i smiled sheepishly her anger making my panties sopping. "there's always next ti-" "no, there isn't a fucking next time y/n!" she yelled "get the fuck over here, babe. im not in a good mood." I got up from the vanity that i sat in "Strip." Rhea said my eyes widened. we both knew that her coach would be in here any minute now "rhea you can't be seri-" "off. now." I pout

she grabbed me gently. "y/n, im not in the fucking mood right now for your bratty shit. now take. it. off." "no." she growled. "what the hell do you mean, 'no'?!" my eyes widened at her tone, gosh This was turning me on "i said no! i don't wanna" rhea walked out, slamming the door behind her. she was pissed. You'd think I was scared but I wasn't me and Rhea both lived for this kinky shit, she'd never hurt me

Time skip

We got back to her apartment, she gripped my hair, pulling my head to look at her. i felt her hand unzipping my jeans. she roughly stuck her hands into my jeans, her large, calloused fingers tracing me through my panties.

"Mami..." i whined, "shut the fuck up." rhea glared at me. "you wanted to be a fucking brat? i'll treat you like a brat." she scoffed, a smirk played at her lips. she smirked, and started unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down roughly. as she forced a hand in my underwear, her calloused fingers running over me. "i wanted you to be a good girl but you gave me attitude" she said, her voice was mocking, i canhear her smirk. "so do it yourself."

"Bubba... please i can't-" "do it. you really wanna keep pissing me off?" she threatened. she pulled me down on her leg, looking up at me. I held onto her shoulders, rutting my hips on her thigh, the feeling of her denim jeans drove me crazy. god, and that look in her eye. it made me feel so powerless. So I started to grind

i felt that familiar knot in my stomach.